Long day. That was David’s evaluation of his situation. He was jet-lagged, having flown eight hours to Tokyo. And he was tired, having suffered hours of meetings from the moment he disembarked. As soon as he got to his hotel room, he chucked his bag to the bed, threw his clothes across the room and slumped onto the duvet in his underwear and vest.
“Fuck I need a drink!” David called out as he unzipped his bag, his hand diving in and feeling for the ten-year-old scotch he had brought from London. But he didn’t find it. In fact, he felt nothing familiar. David, then gripped something inside and pulled it out: a strappy black bra. David looked at it for a moment, trying to process what had happened. He blinked twice before hurling the bra and grabbing the bag, inspecting it. The bag looked like his other than a logo embossed on the side:INDO AIRWAYS. David thought it must belong to a flight attendant and considered doing the right thing but instead tipped the bag over and shook it, the contents spewing onto the bed: silky panties, dresses, toiletries, and then, with a thud, a pair of flats with an intricate batik pattern. There was something about the way the shoes hit the bed, and the way they looked in the light that caused David to reach for them and bring one up to eye level: it was well-worn, with scuffs on the outside and a print of small toes on the inside.
“Wear them.” Came a voice from deep inside David, who, exhausted, didn’t think as he let the voice guide him. He found himself slipping his bare feet into the shoes, the cool leather feeling strange against his skin. To his surprise, the flats fit his large male feet perfectly. David wiggled his toes, enjoying the strange yet oddly pleasurable sensation. He took a tentative step off the bed, then another, the flats tapping pleasantly on wood floor. Suddenly, a warmth spread through his feet, quickly intensifying into a searing heat. David gasped, looking down to catch the shoes shrink, crushing his feet as reduced in size. He was sure his feet were going to pop from the pressure, but instead he just felt a gentle pinching as his feet gave way. Before David could react, the painful tingling crept its way up David’s calves, thighs clenching as the sensation spread up his body and sunk into his bones. All David could do was watch as his pale skin darkened, taking on a golden brown as his pelvis crushed inwards: bones shifting as his waist pinched inward and his rear ballooned into a plump, juicy ass. Groaning, David cupped his aching chest as swollen tits pushed inbetween his fingers, his hands increasingly filled with soft boobs. It felt good but David didn’t have time to play as sharp stabbings of pleasure-pain erupted at his groin. “Oh god!” Cried David, doubling over, fingers clawing at his crotch as he felt his manhood recede and invert: silky folds blossoming, his balls pulling up to become plump pussy lips as a tight cunt formed in place of his cock. At the same time, David felt silky straight hair tickle his shoulders as his face painfully rearranged, bringing a soft jawline, full pouty lips, a delicate flat nose, and striking almond-shaped eyes.
Overwhelmed, David stumbled backwards, collapsing back onto the bed. His new breasts heaved with each panting breath, the fabric of his vest shifting and morphing to fit his feminine curves. Still reeling, David slowly sat up, swinging his long, golden-brown legs over the side of the bed, the batik print flats remaining snug on his dainty feet. “What the fuck just happened?” David exclaimed, his new voice ringing in his ears.
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